The sound of the gunshot covered the sound of Fate's entry. Seeing Conn on the floor, she dips down and low crawls to his position, flattening out on her stomach next to him. One shouldn't sneak up on armed people, even unintentionally, but she knew he'd know it was her. And sure enough, he didn't so much as flinch when she settled in next to him. She had no idea how he'd acquired abilities like that, surely it couldn't be learned from a comic book. She'd been about halfway through the first edition of the one he'd given her when the dog that had taken up residence in her apartment had decided to eat it.

Reaching over and taking the cigarette from his mouth, she takes a drag from it and replaces it. Exhaling, she whispers. "Where's Axel? Damn, what's that smell?"

Axel was late again. It was starting to become a habit for this guy. He sometimes felt like he was in two minds or thoughts at once, or like he was in multiple running storylines. Then he remembered this was reality, and to stop reading those fuckn comics Jules sold. He enjoyed a good read, especially that ninja one, with the ninja, and stuff.

He couldn't remember the comic exactly, as after receiving his homework from Conn, one of the whores from Arizona Club, in Vegas, just a hop skip and a flight away for a bit of tit even if you're one of them gays, had used it as a self pleasuring device. That's right, she read the fuckn thing. And enjoyed the shit out of it. Pleasure had.

But this meant Axel was a little clueless to what ninja skills actually meant, and arriving late on the scene he was even more clueless to where he was suppose to be. His recent abuse of alcohol meant he wasn't his usually before-this-recent-abuse on point self. He ended up outside the building the other two were in and across the road, getting ready to bust into another building.

Axel decided to leave Betty back at that famous whore house in Vegas everyone was talking about. She sat behind the bar, with Felipe and his mostly empty pockets. He was dark though, so the bitches loved him, in St Louis. What he did bring though was a tool he hadn't used in a while, his hand axe. Not many knew this, but his name was a play on his actual real name Alex, and what he use to use to fuck a sinner up.

Although not reading the comic book entirely, he did get the idea to use stealth. So with axe in hand, Axel readied himself to kick in the front door. He remembered something about Conn being the lookout guy and watching their backs across the way. And given his tardiness, he also figured Fate was already inside. Before he could bust in to join the party, he heard the sound of a bullet which had him roll out of sight and dive into a bush.

Fate catches up to the two men, and after a relatively simple plan is hashed out, she offers to come in through the side, where the shadow was seen earlier. Hunched over, she hustles over to the window, which is conveniently still wide open. After a pause spent listening for any movement, she hears nothing and pops up onto the windowsill and slides through it, landing ungracefully on the huddled figure below. Scrambling backwards, she draws her gun, and the other woman follows suit. A weird little standoff ensues until Fate breaks the silence.

"Uh. You want in?" she whispers. The guys would be pissed, but she'd happily split her third with this girl if she promised not to shoot her in the face.

After a brief moment of silence, Axel removed himself from the bush and brushed off the dirt on his suit pants. He noticed a small tear, and although he was upset, he knew he'd be seeing his tailor later that week so all was good. Be waited a little, nearly ready to kick in the door again when a hand grabbed him on the shoulder. It was Conn and Fate. About fuckn time, he thought.

"Where were you guys? I've been here for like a solid fifteen minutes already." Axel said in a low tone, and not at all convincingly.

Axel loved his axe, nearly as much as Betty. But he saw it as more a male tool, and wasn't really one to love the tool of the masculine variety as much as the feminine. Even so, he'd rather keep it than use a pistol. That, and he had nowhere to put the fuckn thing. So in response to Conn's offer, he simply refused with a polite gesture then moved close to the door. He still wanted to kick it in like he read in another detective comic at Pulp Fiction Comics in Vegas.

Axel readied himself whilst Fate ducked away to the side. When he heard voices inside he went into action, kicking at the door with his roughed up labourer boots he wore just for the occasion. After throwing a ton of weight behind the kick, he failed to do anything but fuck up his ankle. He winced in pain as he leaned against the building for support, also taking pressure off his foot. He looked at Conn and shrugged.

Doing a double take at Axel's...ax...Fate shrugged her shoulders and addressed the cute redhead. "I guess they've got the second floor, then. Shall we search the first? "At her affirmative nod, they race quickly to the back of the warehouse, splitting off in different directions. Fate goes left, running up to a storage room and listening at the threshold and then squatting down to peer through the keyhole, searching for voices or light. Finding it empty, she holsters her gun and enters, ransacking the place in an effort to find the money, or a hint as to where it could be. Cardboard boxes were pulled off of shelves, cabinets and drawers had their contents dumped on the floor. 

The room was empty; all she'd found was dust, cobwebs, and mouse droppings.

Crap.

Axel felt everyone was admiring his sexy axe. He knew it by the odd looks at the handaxe dangling from his right hand. Either they were looking right at it, or he had a bulge in his pants he didn't want to have to explain. He went with the axe. Not perturbed by their admiration and jealousy, as he interpreted the situation, he gave a wink to no-one in particular and before he knew it he was being dragged along by the guy who moments ago was throwing him under the bus.

What could he do though? Use the axe on the guy who set this whole thing up? That probably wouldn't work. Nay, it would work very fuckn well as Axel was very skilled at close armed axe combat. But nay, he couldn't be that cruel. So he hobbled along, trying not to put too much pressure on his right foot. Once up the stairs they were met with a hallway that had two rooms on either side of it and a door at the very end.

Axel quickly pulled his arm away from Conn, not wanting to hold hands longer than the five second rule. The earlier sound of footsteps kicked off again, and it sounded like it was coming from behind the door at the very end of the hallway.

"Conn!" Axel said as forcefully yet quietly as possible, trying to catch his attention. But it was not to be, as the end door's doorhandle began to flutter. Not wanting go get busted, Axel pushed Conn toward one door as he himself flew toward the other. A quick turn of the handle, a duck and enter, and a swift yet quiet closing of the door and Axel was now inside with his back against the closed door, eyeing the room.

It was dark, yet little bits of light from the hallway were peering in under the door so he could make out the room just a little. It was a closet. A mop and bucket were close at hand and various cleaning products, like Lysol, were also about on the single shelf against the wall. Nothing noteworthy. Axel kept his position as he waited to see what transpired out in the hallway, and wondering what the hell happened to not-taking the-fall guy.

Hearing the shots fired upstairs, Fate returns to the ground floor open area, nearly running headlong into Sairia. They exchange a silent, knowing look and bolt up the staircase, guns drawn. Fate has waaaay too much momentum going at the top, though, and has to drop to her knees in a long, carpet burn slide to the legs and ass as she flies into the money room, looking really cool by accident as she fires into three assailants before coming to a halt in the middle of the room. Two thugs take hits to the head and the third is winged in the arm, dropping his gun. Fate reaches over to snatch it and slides it backwards, hard, out the open doorway she's careened through, in the vain hope that Axel might pick the fucking thing up and do something productive with it, rather than running in here with his ax like Farmer Brown looking for a chicken.

Like farmer brown looking for a chicken to roast for a celebratory bro's before hoe's dinner, Axel kind of burst through the door holding his hand axe. Some may have thought him crazy, but who would've thought Conn, being the avid comic book reader of The Alleged Adventures of Shadow and Ninja Skills would've been the least stealthy of them all. Still, Axel was confident his combat hardened weapon of choice was the right one.

As he half paced through the doorway with his injured ankle, a gun slid under his right foot causing that leg to slide put from beneath him. Before he could say 'winner winner chicken dinner' his legs separated into a retarded ballerina split move. His axe flung from his hand as he tried to correct the impossible manoeuvre, eventually stretching way too much for any man. He grabbed his nuts and rolled around on the ground as the axe smashed into the head of one of the mobsters, imbedding itself into his skull.

Four down, two to go.. was the motto and most likely the next chapter in the comic series of 'When Mobsters Attack'.

Out of ammo, Fate sees the bathtub guy rearing back to strike Conn, who's oblivious and doing some sort of happy dance. From her position on her skinned knees, she throws her gun at the guy, aiming for his head. Hit his head she does, but it's the wrong guy. Conn sinks to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

"Well, crap." She says, defeated. 

"Fuuuuuuck!" Axel blurred out, still rolling around in pain.

If he didn't feel he'd been given the male equivalent of contraception, a swift kick to the family jewels, he'd probably have noticed a bit more happening. But all he could think was how much he wanted to give whoever left the gun there a nut punch in return. Crack the sack of whichever cat had him wincing on his back.

Since he had other things on his mind, like no sex for a week, he didn't notice there was still one guy left to handle. With everyone else basically sorted, it was now up to Sairia.